"You watch too much movies, Williams. No, I can't just pull a map from any old panel. I can however pull it from these guys PDA's." He points to the pile of corpses Williams made with his grenade. "If any of them still function after that blast that is." After approaching one of the bodies, he kneels down besides it and checks it's wrist. On it: A functioning personal computer. Flynn detaches a cable from his own and plugs it in. A stream of data begins appearing on Flynn's wrist. "This guy was a low ranking officer in charge of the supplies. I guess he was the one who got this team together and distributed some of these better rebreathers. Anyway, I found a layout of the ship. I'm guessing our friend is on the bridge." Flynn get's up once more and checks each hallway. At the third one, going right from the airlock, he stops. "This is the way."

Then, the hallway is suddenly bathed in a deep red and a loud noise. Alarms. Flynn looks around in a panic as he spots big hefty bulkheads lowering from the ceiling. He turns to Williams with a worried look. "We better run fast if we don't want the next 3 hours cutting away at a bulkhead. Also... I don't want to get shocked again." With that said he starts to run, following the directions on the computer, leading them straight to the bridge.